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Anissa Marie’s Birth Story Part 2: The Induction

Hey lovelies!

Sorry for the delay, but as anyone who has kids might know, things you intend to do tomorrow usually end up happening about a week later! And since I started writing this, I’ve added another hospital stay/surgery to the books. So, I’m finally back with Part 2 of Anissa Marie’s Birth Story: The Induction.

As you may remember, Part 1: The Diagnosis and Decision, left off with the doctor calling in an induction at 38 weeks, 1 day on Thursday, April 17. After gathering our hospital items and eating a “last meal”, we arrived at Northside Hospital right before noon and started the check-in process. Of course, this was all still a huge shock to us because we were expecting to have another 13 days (at least, since everyone was telling me I’d be late!) We finished up our paperwork at the Admissions desk and waited for a nurse to call us back. When she did, we were taken to room B5, which was a huge room with a full bathroom (plus bathtub, this will come in handy later in the story).

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Once we checked out our new digs, the nurse told me to change into my gown and get in bed, and we started taking vitals, talking through my history, etc. etc. I got hooked up to an IV (my first one- and OUCH!) and she told me she’d be calling in the midwife to discuss the induction options. I didn’t even know there were options- I always thought Pitocin was the only way to induce. We ended up going with a different option, which was a medicine called Cervidil, which is a tampon-like insert, that is supposed to ripen the cervix and kick start labor. They put it in for 12 hours, and in those 12 hours your water should break and/or labor should start. I was told if it didn’t, they’d come in around 2 a.m., remove it and start the Pitocin. So that was the plan, and on we went. I was having contractions all through the rest of the day, but they weren’t bad and I was able to muscle through them. I was 3 cm dialated and 70% effaced, so things were looking good. As the night progressed, the contractions got worse but not bad. All our family came by to visit, and it was a good distraction to have company (because I still felt great at this point!)

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By the time night came, it was clear that Baby R wasn’t going to make her arrival on the Cervidil alone. Since I wasn’t on Pitocin yet, I could still eat, so I think I had about 3 “last meals”. We had fun hanging out, eating, and guessing when she would come.

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Then, around 10 pm, our first scare happened. I was hooked up to monitors on both the baby’s heartbeat and a contraction monitor, which the nurses could see from their station. They came in once and said I was having a lot of contractions- which was crazy to me, because I wasn’t even feeling them. They left, but rushed back in only a few minutes later- because of the Cervidil, I was having too many contractions, too close, and they weren’t allowing the baby to catch up- she needed at least a 1.5 minute break between contractions and they were less than a minute apart. Because of that, her heart rate was dropping, and that was NOT something we were ok with, even a little bit. Luckily, the doctors weren’t either. At that point, the room turned into a frantic mess. They flipped me over and immediately dug out the Cervidil (sorry for the graphics). They said the medicine needed to get out of my system asap. I kept asking, “Is her heart rate better yet? Did that do it?” The sweet nurse answered very calmly, “Not yet.” or “Not where we want it.” So of course, that was not what I wanted to hear, but she did a good job of helping me not freak out. To help her heart rate some more, they slapped on an oxygyn mask and made me flip into different positions to help relieve some of the stress on her. I ended up on all fours with a breathing mask, freaking out and asking if she was ok yet. Through it all, I was just watching Cele, trying to find comfort that everything was ok in his eyes. He was so scared, too. Neither of us knew what was going on or how it escalated from watching tv and talking to family to a cleared out room, tons of doctors and nurses and emergency procedures.

Finally, after a few minutes, both of our heart rates returned to normal. Our parents were able to come back in and see us, and that helped me feel better. Because the Cervidil was taken out around 10 p.m. instead of 2 a.m., they started the Pitocin earlier than planned, around 12 p.m. I was told to try and get some sleep (HA! With this excitement and nurses coming in every hour to check on me? Fat chance) and tried my darndest. Because the baby was still having trouble maintaining her heart rate, I was told I had to be on my side, making sleep even that much more uncomfortable knowing I couldn’t move.

I continued to labor the whole next day, Friday, April 18, but the contractions still were not painful. Again they checked me, and I was still at 3 centimeters. As it got to be later in the day, I was starving! The nurses were nice enough to order me a liquid diet of chicken broth, apple juice and jello (can I tell you how in love I fell with the hospitals apple and cranberry juices while I was there?!)

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The day went on and it was clear that my contractions were finally getting worse- and let me tell you- I had bought in to the whole “contractions feel like menstrual cramps” up until this point, and thought I could totally do it naturally- but once active labor started, there was nothing “crampy” about contractions! I felt like my back was being ripped through my front, like my insides were being twisted and pulled in cruel and unusual ways- it was just like nothing I could have imagined. Since I had been on Pitocin for most of the day, the midwife came in that afternoon (I’ll be honest, I have no idea of what the timetable really was- I just know key facts like what time she was born 🙂 ) to check me for dilation. The contractions were really getting to me at this point, but I thought, “If I’m at least at a 6 or 7, I think I can do it naturally!” Imagine my surprise when I found out I was 100% effaced, but still only at 3 cms!!! I immediately started crying. How in the world could I have been 3 cms yesterday when I felt like I could have gone about my day as normal, and now that I feel like I’m being murdered, I’m still at 3?! It was at that point that I decided I’d be getting an epidural. There was no doubt in my mind that as much as I didn’t want an epidural, I surely didn’t want to stick around to find out what 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 felt like.
Once I calmed down and came to grips, the midwife explained that this happens a lot with inductions- since I wasn’t really supposed to be in labor, my body wasn’t progressing as it should, however the Pitocin was still really intensifying the contractions. She told me that for a lot of induced women, an epidural actually helps them progress because their bodies have been doing so much hard work naturally for so long now, that as soon as they can relax and breath, they will magically dilate! She then asked me if I’d want to labor in the tub. I’d heard great things and had really wanted a room with a tub, so I was glad to get to use it. I got in to the hot tub and rode it out for maybe 6 or 7 contractions. It was really relaxing, but the heat of the water mixed with the contractions was making me feel overheated, so I got out pretty quickly. Immediately afterwards, we called in the anesthesiologist for the epidural- can you say OUCH!?! Now, I won’t complain because that epidural was a lifesaver, but it hurt wimpy ole’ me much more than I was expecting!!! This was the worst part of the whole induction experience- this chunk of time from finding out I was STLL 3 cms, taking the bath and getting the epidural. I literally felt like I couldn’t get a grip on the contractions, and I just wanted to lay in silence and ride each one out.
Once the epidural was in, I felt amazing. People say it’s instant relief, and that’s the God’s honest truth. I could still feel the contractions (just pressure, to where I knew I was having one) but they magically didn’t hurt AT ALL! It was amazing. Wouldn’t you know that within an hour of taking that bath and getting the epidural, I was at an 8?! The midwife came in and said that those two things were all I needed, and we’d be having a baby soon! She told me to call them if/when I felt the constant urge to push. Around 7:30 p.m., I called her in and told her I thought I was ready. Sure enough, she checked me out and said she could see the baby’s head!And with that, I’ll leave you for now. Till next time, The Birth!


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